Chapter 47 Are You Worthy of Telling Me the Rules?

"Zheng!"

There was a clang of gold and iron, and a flying knife knocked Su Xin's sword away, allowing the man to escape.

The disdainful expression was no longer visible on the man's face, but was full of horror.

He had never seen such a fast sword in his life!

"Cough cough."

The door of the black house was pushed open at some point, and a slightly stooped figure stepped out.

This person looked to be only in his forties, but his temples were covered with white hair, making him look old.

However, although he looked old, his face was very ferocious, especially his left eye, which seemed to be snapped off abruptly, leaving only a hole, which looked extremely ferocious.

"Boss Su of the Flying Eagle Gang? His subordinates don't understand the rules. You are the big boss, so you don't know as much as a little thief?" Lao Lang said in a hoarse voice.

Su Xin sneered: "Pretending to be ignorant? Old wolf, don't tell me you don't know I'm coming. The people under your command don't understand the rules, don't you understand?"

The old wolf's face turned cold, he didn't expect this young big boss to be so disrespectful to him, and he was pushed into a corner with a single sentence.

"Boss Su, let's be smart people don't talk dark words. You are the big boss of Yonglefang, and I will take care of my Blackwater Street. Anyway, you don't like this place. We don't mess with the river, what do you think?"

"The well water doesn't violate the river water? That's fine too. Two days ago, the magistrate lost his purse. You did it, right? Hand over the purse and the warm jade inside, and we won't violate the river water."

The old wolf's complexion changed, he thought that Su Xin was just like Dai Chong and Chen Dao before, and they were all trying to hit him, but he didn't expect that he came here for this matter.

If it's other things, the old wolf doesn't mind selling Su Xin's face, it's like buying himself a peace, but this is not the case.

Taking a deep look at Su Xin, the old wolf said in a deep voice: "Boss Su, it's not that I don't give you this face, but that I really can't do this.

There is a rule of one line, things are taken by us, but it is impossible for us to hand them over.

Today he lost something and came to me for it, and tomorrow you lost something and came to me for it, so will my brothers still eat?

This hole must not be opened, even if the magistrate personally asks for it, I will not give it. "

Su Xin shook his head and said: "Old wolf, old wolf, have you ever heard of a saying that shameless face?"

"Su Xin! What do you mean?"

The old wolf and the lone wolf showed anger. Although he is useless now, not everyone can humiliate him lightly!

"What do you mean? Call you an old wolf for your face, but if you don't give you face, you are just a sick dog!

With a bunch of thieves doing some sneaky things, how dare you come and tell me the rules? It's a joke! "

"Su Xin! You are too deceitful!"

A ruthless look flashed in the old wolf's eyes, he took out four throwing knives from his arms, and shot at Su Xin at the same time!

He didn't want to fight with Su Xin at first, and he didn't intend to provoke these gang members, because after all, there was a gang behind the other party.

When Dai Chong and Boss Chen came to trouble him, they didn't actually do anything. He just showed his strength, which naturally made the other party retreat.

Both Dai Chong and Boss Chen will do a fight that is not beneficial.

And Lao Lang also took this opportunity to exaggerate and publicize the matter, making people think that both Dai Chong and Chen Boss were deflated by him, so that he could appear to be famous.

Afterwards, although Dai Chong and Boss Chen both knew about this matter, they just felt that the old wolf was not honest, and they were not sure that they could beat the old wolf, and they had no face to ask for help, so they never came to him trouble.

But now facing the aggressive Su Xin, he can no longer bear it.

At worst, kill Su Xin and go to other places to ask for a living.

The four throwing knives were easily dodged by Su Xin, but the old wolf's crooked figure rushed towards him fiercely, his figure was like a tiger, and his momentum was astonishing.

The old wolf's hands were like claws, and his sharp nails were like sharp knives. There was a little bit of cold light shining, and a cold air was entwined between his claws.

His martial arts were born out of the Dragon Claw Hand in Shaolin Seventy-two Extinctions, and his roots are very extraordinary.

It is said that this martial art was created by an evil master who killed a Shaolin monk and obtained a remnant of it, and then combined it with his own kung fu.

Although not as fierce and powerful as the Dragon Claw Hand, it is more sinister and vicious. In the past, when he was at his peak, he even tore a person in half with this claw.

Su Xin stood still, his expression neither sad nor happy.

If it was the old wolf in its heyday, now Su Xin can only retreat.

But now the old wolf is just a sick dog with no fangs, half of his martial arts is useless, and he has lost his courage.

When he started, he even threw a few hidden weapons first to strengthen his courage. How could this kind of routine look like a strong man who once built a mountain and established a stronghold with countless lives in his hands? It's almost like a gangster.

After hanging around with these little thieves for a long time, this old wolf probably considers himself a thieves too!

When the grab was about to come to him, Su Xin finally moved.

With a punch, the hatred is overwhelming!

Hate the injustice of the world, hate the eyes of the sky!

ruthless! ruthless! hatred! Hate Jiquan!

Does hate have power? Every day people are hating, hated for love, hated for power, greed, hatred and ignorance!

These are the powers of hatred, and the old wolf can't stop them.

With the first punch, the old wolf's hand bones shattered, his sharp claws broke into pieces, and his right hand was dripping with blood.

With the second punch, the old wolf's right arm was smashed, and it fell limply beside his body.

With the third punch, the old wolf spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, his body twitching weakly.

Despair, deep despair, this feeling of powerlessness has also been experienced by the old wolf.

Ten years ago, he was very high-spirited and led his brothers to gather in the mountains and forests. Even if people from the imperial court passed through the dense forest in southern Hunan, he would dare to tear a piece of flesh with them.

Until that day he provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked.

That person was just a fourteen or five-year-old boy, holding a Youquan sword, picked his cottage, and killed his brother, but he could only lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Later he knew the young man's name, he was called He Xiu, and later he was called "Sword Master" He Xiu. He Xiu, one of the five sword-holding sects, the heir of the famous sword villa!

Facing He Xiu, the old wolf was hopeless and powerless. He could not take revenge in his life, so he lived in seclusion in Changning Mansion, recruited hundreds of pickpockets and thieves, and hid in a dark room to remember his glorious past.

But now Su Xin's three punches completely defeated him.

The same young age, the same was crushed without resistance.

As Su Xin said, he is not an old wolf, but a sick dog!

Su Xin walked to the old wolf, and the old wolf lying on the ground could only see Su Xin's black boots, but at the moment he didn't want to look up.

"Give me the purse and warm jade."

The old wolf coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggled to get up, and said to the frightened men beside him, "Go and take out my box."

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, and then realized after seeing the ferocious one-eyed old wolf, and immediately went to the room and took out a small box and handed it to the old wolf.

Open the box, there is a piece of jewels inside.

Every time the pickpockets under the old wolf get something, they will give it to the old wolf to have a look. If there is any precious thing, he will treasure it.

Although he keeps saying that he wants to maintain his own rules, even if the magistrate comes, he will not hand over the stolen things.

But in fact, he kept all these things in his collection, and he didn't dare to use them or pawn them, for fear that other people would come to him and he would be retaliated if he couldn't return them.

The old wolf took out a money bag from it and handed it to Su Xin. He opened it and saw a jade pendant carved with a strange beast inside.

Putting away the purse, Su Xin turned around and left, but the old wolf suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Su Xin turned his head away and raised his eyebrows.

The old wolf took out a silver-white porcelain bottle and handed it to Su Xin, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "I can't use this thing anymore, and I'm not qualified to use it. You can take it. I just hope you can let my brothers live."

The old wolf has heard about Su Xin's deeds. He is not a merciful person. Now he is not his opponent at all. Is it necessary for his Blackwater Street to survive?

But the old wolf still wanted to give it a try. He didn't want to be like ten years ago, watching his brother die by that man's sword, while he could only hide under the dead man's body and tremble.

He publicized that he was betrayed by his brothers, but in fact, only he knew that it was not his brothers who betrayed him. It was him who betrayed the brother who swore to live and die together.

"What's this?"

The old wolf said: "I don't know. My brother stole this from a martial artist. The medicine has a strong fragrance. It should be a top-quality healing medicine or a elixir to assist cultivation. Anyway, no matter what it is, I It's all useless."

What Lao Lang really hurt was not his body, but his heart.

The heart is broken, even with the best medicine, it can't be cured.

After receiving the bottle of elixir, Su Xin said calmly: "From now on, Heishui Street will be under my management, but I will not send my subordinates to interfere with you. After Heishui Street, it will still be Heishui Street."

Walking out of Heishui Street, the leader who led the way worshiped Su Xin extremely.

His boss was indeed a legend of the Flying Eagle Gang, and the old wolf who had made Dai Chong and Boss Chen deflated in the past was simply vulnerable in his hands.

In fact, Su Xin has nothing to be proud of in defeating this old wolf. He has opened up sixty orifices now, and he is close to the middle of the day after tomorrow.

And this old wolf should have been very strong before, but now he only has the strength of less than ten orifices. He has more powerful martial arts skills and rich combat experience.

It is not difficult for Su Xin to directly suppress people with force, and it is not difficult to defeat them in an instant.

Of course, Su Xin is also very satisfied with the power of this Hateful Fist. It is indeed a unique skill handed down by Wen Shu's great villain, Yuan Thirteen Limits.

The Hateful Fist is already so powerful, Su Xin really wants to see how amazing that earth-shattering sad little arrow must be.